Otherwise thinking about love or food or myself.
I met an Italian girl in Las Palmas and we were both confused about Spanish men. We drank cappuccinos every day at La Olive and talked, frustrated about these bastardos who stopped texting us back.
The week passed.
Each day we grew increasingly frustrated and increasingly caffeinated until our hearts, they were going to explode!
Lovesick.
We clung to each other's situation over foamy milk and espresso.
We generously offered the advice that we should have been taking ourselves.
Believe me, we are smart and beautiful girls and this heartache will fade.
But the warmth of our friendship maintains, sparkling, like a cupcake or a birthday party.
Still unsure about Capitalism.